The Berg

I can feel all at once so safe and yet so compromised when your body moulds to mine, I get that sinking feeling and I'm sorry for the drowning butterflies, now dead petals in a deluge or pieces of torn paper I say I'm frightened of you and you ask why And I say Well,... Continue Reading →

The Immortalised

Funny, isn't it that you'll live forever because of how I have preserved these pieces of you on paper even the bits you didn't know ever lived in you at all, those best bits they'll be always everywhere and never anywhere, there cannot be an end to that no matter what happens with us, funny... Continue Reading →

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